Halloween

She was white-haired and pale but before any of us could stammer g-g-g ghost, the spooky lady collected the entrance fee. 

Lincoln Cathedral at night

Breathing a sigh of relief, we the victims, ventured over castle square towards the cannon where we listened to strange goings on and discovered those that haunt the castle.

As I followed on to the peak of steep hill, we learned of a little boy who lives in the pie shop and an eerie black horse rider. I felt a shiver release down my spine knowing I was just centimetres away from ghouls!

The lady in white spoke of the rider's ghostly presence appearing at 5am. I'm thinking that there may not be a hope in heaven (or in hell for that matter) witnessing Mr Rider unless I drove a Mystery Machine at dusk. 

I became immediately spooked seeing a sculpture that had disappeared from the side of the Cathedral, the lady reassured us. She explained who we were stepping on underneath the grounds and by now I was hooked.

Right before trudging alongside the Bishop's Tower, a gust of cold wind made me add a layer of warmth and, strangely enough, the lady spoke of high winds.

By this spooky time, I felt reasonably safe within the group numbers. The traffic speedily circling around us disappointingly drove away creepy effects of the tour, adding reality.

Lincoln Cathedral at night

Close to the Cathedral garden, a man hiding in the bushes witnessed a brutal murder in the 1700's. I'm frightfully squeamish and occasionally wimpy so I gasped as the lady described the killing methods.

Our next step, by torchlight was to one of the oldest and most ghost filled areas in the city - Greestone Steps and the archway. A ginger Tom came to greet us. Bizarre, I thought as the lady said there'd be ghost cats roaming around.

The small archway stands at the rear of the dimly-lit, Victorian-style back street and a creepy curse has its claws into all those that approach.

If there's one thing that makes me queasy it's blood and guts but I dare to be scared so my friend Will and I headed for the unknown to take photos and test my wits.

Thankfully we were alright (because I believe in ghosts you see) and we flew off to hear the ending of all tales at one of the highest turrets at the castle.

I looked up into the night sky and imagined a fair damsel in distress, waiting for a handsome prince to rescue her from the turret. Our ghostly guide doubted my thoughts, worrying us with a dark and unhappy story instead, involving a little boy, a terrified mother and chilling chants.

As for me, I'm haunted by three unknowns. The phantom lady who I'm sure when not ghost hunting, presents those late night horror shows; the creepy Lincoln Cathedral with missing heads and my journey home at night.

The Ghost Walk takes place every Wednesday, Thursday (different route), Friday and Saturday at 7pm.